Voices of The Deep
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The constant chatter of the pilots at the cockpit seemed to bounce off the metal walls of the shuttle as cold blue eyes remained steady ahead of her...with arms crossed firmly over her chest and a leg crossed over her knee The Queen sat quietly...waiting. Flying down to the planet Tython all to slowly for her taste...she would of given anything to get off this shuttle and distance herself from the annoying pilots.
And as her eyes landed on [member="Nick Imura"] she narrowed her gaze a bit...she knew who he was...he...'kind' of knew who she was. She was simply the one who created the thing they were not apart of...and as a result they often traveled together to certain places of importance...either as themselves or as others. And it seemed this misadventure required no mask...and no ill will.
At least for now.
And as her eyes landed on [member="Nick Imura"] she narrowed her gaze a bit...she knew who he was...he...'kind' of knew who she was. She was simply the one who created the thing they were not apart of...and as a result they often traveled together to certain places of importance...either as themselves or as others. And it seemed this misadventure required no mask...and no ill will.
At least for now.